by Chivis Martínez for Borderland Beat
Aside from the moos of hungry cattle, only silence greeted Mexican Marines as they pulled up to the
front house of Rancho San José. With guns drawn in a ready fire position,
they exited their vehicles and directly spotted four bodies in the front
yard. A perimeter inspection revealed two more bodies.
AK47 shell casings
and fragments were scattered on the ground, scores of bullet impacts had defaced the ranch house walls
on all sides of the concrete exterior. Grenades had blown through multiple areas of
walls leaving large gaping holes.
There was not a doubt
in the minds of the Marines, that what occurred was an intense, violent battle,
between the gunmen dead in the home’s exterior, against those yet to be
discovered in its interior.
The smell of gun
fire still hung in the air as they opened the front door, and rushed in,
weapons still drawn, as they spread out and began their in each of the
four rooms.
Windows were
barricaded with wood, with guns propped against openings to the outside.
Floors were
littered with dozens of spent cartridges, interior walls pitted with bullet
holes and grenade fragments.
It was in the
bathroom that they came upon the lone person in the interior, an elderly man,
lying on the tile floor. The man was
dead, with a hunting rifle resting at each side of his corpse.
Marines looked
at each other in disbelief as the realization sank in; the man had taken down
six narcos, alone…. with hunting guns.
Later the man would be identified as the proprietor of the ranch, Don Alejo Garza Tamez.
Don Alejo
After Galileo’s recantation, his
pupil Andrea laments “Pity the country that has no hero,” to which comes the
somber retort, “Pity the country that needs a hero.” For it is the platform for mass action….
It is said that at this time
Mexico is in desperate need of heroes, that apathy has permeated Mexican society of today. Possibly that explains why, when a man
demonstrated to Mexicans how heroes live, and heroes die, that the hero would
be a man of yesterday’s generation. The
generation of our fathers, and grandfathers, when those who lived with honor,
valor and virtue, were not exceptions to the rule. Living life by examples set by generations
past, ethical standards that were never questioned.
At 9 AM on Friday November 13, 2010,
a group of strangers arrived at the ranch of 77 year old Don Alejo Garza Tamez,
it was a typical day, Don Alejo was at his ranch,
working his land with his ranch hands.
As it turned out, the strangers were there not so much to speak to Don Alejo,
rather to deliver an order. The
strangers were narcos, from an organized criminal group, used to getting what
they need or want, by any means necessary, but typically means are not
necessary, a request is all that is needed.
What they want on this November
day is Don Alejo’s Rancho San José. A
ranch logistically perfect for their business of trafficking drugs into the
United States. They left a demand with
Don Alejo, they wanted his property and would be back in 24 hours for him to
sign over the property. Don Alejo gave
them a quick answer, he was not giving up his ranch, and he would be waiting
for them.
Don Alejo’s “San Jose Ranch” was
in the Mexican state of Tamaulipas, 15k from Ciudad Victoria, and adjacent to
Lake Padilla. He and his brother
Rodolfo purchased a large land parcel, which they split; Rodolfo’s half
bordered the Corona River.
Ranching and the woods were both
embedded in the heart of Don Alejo.
Fishing and hunting were his favorite pastimes as a child in Allende,
Nuevo Leon.
The city of Allende sits at the
south east tip of the state, about 50 miles from Monterrey, sitting at the
foothills of the Sierra Madre.
His
father owned a small sawmill, consequently, when Don Alejo was a young child
his father taught him to how to operate the machinery and mill wood, which he
along with his brothers, would sell mostly in the city of Monterrey.
Growing up in Ciudad Allende
provides a massive adventure playground to explore, hunt and fish. Allende
known as the orange and honey capital of Mexico, is adjacent to the mosaic
landscape of the Sierra Madre, with its forests, grutas (caves) with cave
rivers reaching 100 miles in length, ancient Indian wall “paintings” in
shearing canyons framing Cerro de la Silla (saddle mountain) its 12K plus
altitude, lakes and water systems that cascade over hundreds of waterfalls.
In Ciudad Allende, is the
beautiful Rio Ramos. Ancient Pines and
Oaks surround and line the river that runs through the city. Ramos is where young Don Alejo most
frequented to fish, where he would catch catfish, crappie and bass. When Alejo was not working the lumber mill,
it was fishing, hunting, and exploring the mountains of the Sierra Madre.
As a young hunter Don Alejo
became sharply familiar with firearms, both long guns and small arms. He had
collected guns since his childhood, and he had a reputation for an eagle eye
and steady grip, which he put to use hunting deer and geese. He never tired of his childhood pastime and
as an adult he co-founded the ‘Dr. Maria Manuel Silva Hunting, Shooting and
Fishing Club in Allende, Nuevo Leon’.
Mexico’s constitution provides its citizens the right to bear arms,
however it imposes caliber restrictions, to handguns at .380 or less and
shotguns or rifles at .22.
There are exceptions, but those
exceptions are severally restricted to those living in rural areas for hunting
and target or silhouette shooting. Don
Alejo passes the rigid requirements, which includes character references of six
non related persons, with good standing in their respective communities. This allowed him to include slightly higher caliber
weapons in his collection, but not anything comparable to an assault weapon.
The family lumber business was so
successful it allowed expansion into lumber supply retail outlets, in Allende
and Montemorelos. The stores were named
“El Salto” homage to El Salto, Durango where they acquired the raw product.
It was a wonderful life; success
gained by sweat and hard work, not by gift or by “taking” property not
rightfully theirs.
One can only imagine what Don
Alejo thought about the new generation of Mexicans. Those who satisfy desires by taking, who
traffic drugs, kill, extort, kidnap and terrorize to attain their brand of
success. Those of the new generation,
the malevolent 1% holding Mexicans hostage to their rule, who violate with
impunity, whose philosophy shuns honest work, finding it far easier to entrap
citizens by fear, for personal gain.
Don Alejo and his brother most
likely could not have imagined that their choice of land, chosen thirty six years
ago because of its ideal location for hunting and fishing, it would also become
strategically prime location for the malevolent ones to conduct their business, some three decades later.
Don Alejo’s land is situated on
the outskirts of Ciudad Victoria, a city in the turbulent Mexican state of
Tamaulipas. Ranchers in this region were
under constant threat and attack. Don
Alejo’s San Jose Ranch was one of the more than five thousand ranches that dot
the landscape of Tamaulipas. His land sat
adjacent to the main highway with rural roads where one could bypass main roads
for clandestine passage from the south to the north border.
Cartels target ranches with these
roads, roads not unlike the one Miguel Treviño was travelling on outside
Sabinas, Coahuila, when he was recently arrested. They “evict” ranchers, and convert ranches to
“narco safe houses”, camps and killing fields.
Zetas split from CDG
In 2010 the state of Tamaulipas
was exploding with violence in pockets all over the state. The year began with Los Zetas Cartel
rancorous split from Cartel del Golfo (CDG).
The fracture was not a shock to
drug war watchers, who had taken note of the discord between the enforcer group,
and their former ally. Trouble ensued
after the capture of Osiel Cárdenas Guillén, the premier leader of CDG.
To understand the relationship
between Los Zetas and CDG one should reflect back to the arrest of former
premier leader of CDG, Juan García Ábrego in 1996, thereafter CDG was troubled
by tentative leadership at the helm of the then powerful cartel.
After a couple of failures, Osiel
took control, along with his close friend Salvador Gómez Herrera aka El Chava,
they became co-leaders. It was Osiel’s who decided to form an enforcer group
comprised of the best Mexico had to offer.
Osiel had become acquainted with a member of the prestigious Special
Forces agency GAFE, his name, Arturo Guzmán Decena. It was Guzmán Osiel spoke to regarding the
formation of an enforcer group. Guzmán
defected from the military and formed the group known as Los Zetas. Guzmán was known by his moniker “Z-1”.
